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You padded gently along the pavement on velvet feet under the soft glare of street lamps. Your last family had kicked you out upon learning your secret. Well, they had actually called the cops and you had made a run for it. You were currently hungry, homeless, and in need of a home.

Unfortunately, there were no ads in the newspaper for 'free loading cat-girl' (because let's face it, that's what you were), so you just had to make do. You had been observing a family for a couple of days, deciding whether or not they would take you in. There were three males: a French man, a German, and a Spaniard. You figured that if you could get the Spaniard to like you, then the other two would have no choice than to put up with you. One had a bird which could be problematic, but that would be easy enough to take care of.

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In the morning, the Spaniard went out to tend to his tomato plants. That was when you would make your move. As a cat, of course. People didn't normally react very well to crazy homeless chicks wandering into their yards.

You sat down and waited for the said Spaniard to make his appearance. While waiting, you fell asleep in a patch of sunlight under a tomato bush.

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SPLASH

A gush of water hit you full on in to face. You rocketed out of the tomato bushes, scaring the crap out of a certain Spaniard.

You stood in the sun while shaking water out of your fur and meowing angrily a mile a minute.

"Ay mi dio!" He yelled. "I'm sorry, gatita, I didn't see you there. Let's get you cleaned up and dried off."

He picked up your sopping wet form and took you into the house before drawing a warm bath and rinsing you off. He hummed 'La Bamba' and complemented you on your (h/c) fur which had been previously indistinguishable under a layer of street grime. It made you purr how he talked to you like you could understand him. Which you could, but he didn't know that.

When he was done, he put you back outside and told you to run along back to where ever you came from.

"Run along, gatita, you might have somebody very worried!"

You sat and looked at him with narrowed (e/c) eyes.

"Va, gatita!"

You stared at him.

"Arriba?"

You flopped onto your side and lay on his doormat, never breaking eye contact.

The man went inside and got you a can of tuna before leaving you, telling you that he had to check with his friends. You knew what that meant: you had a new home! It was a really good one too; these guys were loaded. They had three stories, and was that a pool cage you saw just around the back of the house? Yep, this was happening. Nobody could resist your feline charm.

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"NON!"

Or so you had thought. Neither the Frenchmen nor the German were very happy with the arrangement.

"Toni, it vill eat mein awesome Gilbird!"

Ah, so his name was Toni.

"Oui, and defecate all over mon luxuriouz carpet!"

Really? This guy was too stuck up to just say 'poop'?

"P-pero, la gatita! Ella no tiene una casa! Porfavor, Gil? Francis?"

The albino shook his head, and the Frenchman tossed his blond hair over his shoulder sassily.

Toni frowned at them and picked you up anyway. You purred and nuzzled his cheek.

"Fine, then!" He said, "I will keep la gatita out back."

Wait, out back? Paradise will have to wait, but that will make it so much sweeter in the end.

Toni went out and bought you a cat bed, cat food, and a little (fav color) collar your new adress and a little silver bell on it.

Now it was time to find out how to win over those two foreign snobs and earn yourself a place within that ridiculously large house, if it was the the last thing you did.